RAPE

He comes into my bedroom in the middle of the night
I close my eyes while my heart beats in tears
I feel his hand come tightly over my mouth
I want to scream but i cannot shout
he yanks off my cloth ask if they were paper
And when he begins,i think to myself is time to meet my maker
It seems like eternity,even tho they were just mere hour
I race to the bedroom and try to wash it out

The next next morning,he packs his bag to catch up his train
But before he leaves,he comes back to repeat it again
I sit there feeling alone and ashamed,knowing their is no one to blame
I know he will be back in a week
And to him,he must feel his on a winning streak

My mum does not notice what he has done,she does not even care
All she would ask is if the pains where menstral pains,and i always reply YES

** This is the voice of a 14 yr old girl child who have been repeatdly raped by her own father

Mothers what Are you doing in your homes
Are you duties only to cook food?
Dont you have feelings for blood?
Why being so careless
Mummh if you were close to her,he would not have penetrate

Mothers try and protect your girl child aganist house hold enemies
Do nOt get it twisted i am not saying they should not play with their fathers

But just be at alert
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GOOD MEN HAVE TURNED BAD.